Catches, canons and drinking songs
My Man Iohn had a thing that was Long, My Maid Mary had a thing that was Hairy, my Man Iohn put his thing that was long into my Maid Mary's thing that was Hairy, her thing that was Hairy, her thing that was Hairy, My Man Iohn put his thing that was Long into my Maid Mary's thing that was Hairy, My Maid Mary then stirr'd it about, 'till with stirring, and stirring, at Length it came out, but then my Man Iohn thrust it in once again, and knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain, to make it remain, he knock'd it most stoutly, he knock'd it to make it remain, to make it remain, he knock'd it most stoutly to make it remain, but Iohn with much knocking so widen'd the Hole that his long thing slip'd out still in spight of his Soul, 'till weary'd and vex'd & with knocking grown sore, cry'd a Pox take the Hole, for I'll knock it no more, a Pox take the Hole, Pox take the Hole, till weary'd and vex'd and with knocking grown sore, cry'd a Pox take the Hole for I'll knock it no more.